Worship Me Part 42
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 168

I awoke the next morning and laid in bed thinking about my life. I had started
with John's daughter, Emily, and then joined John as a bodyguard, or so I
thought. I joined Sheila's Gym where I began my transformation into the modern
Amazon that I am today. 'Oh, I worked hard,' I thought, 'but I had help from
the supplements that Sheila provided, even after her gym closed.'

Lt. Bowman recruited me through John to take care of some local thugs, and I
traveled to Europe with John and handled some bad guys there as well.

'My life has been pretty amazing,' I thought, 'I love dominating the
degenerates, pedophiles, murderers and drug dealers.' I stretched, running my
hands over my rock hard body. I bent at the waist, tightening my abdominals,
and then relaxed. I did this twenty or thirty more times, the 'crunches'
making my body feel even more alive.

I got out of bed, and padded to the kitchen. Maria was busy making fresh
biscuits, the batch in the oven smelling heavenly. "May I get you something to
eat, Mistress Jane?" Maria asked. "I'd love a biscuit or two and a veggie
omelet, please," I said. Maria, who loved to prepare my food, said, "Certainly
mistress, do you want to eat here or on the patio?" "I'll be on the patio,
Maria," I said and went outside.

The pool looked inviting and I dove in. I was just making my turn on the
fourteenth lap when I saw Maria setting my breakfast on the table. As I got
out, she picked a towel from the shelf by the French doors and toweled me off.
"Enjoy your breakfast," she said as I sat down.

'Where else but southern California could I eat, sleep and swim naked?' I
thought. I was just finishing my omelet when Maria came out on the patio
carrying a box. It was about the size of a shoe box. "A delivery service just
dropped this off for you, Mistress Jane," she said and laid it on the table.
The plain brown cardboard box had no distinguishable marks, but my name and
address was written in block lettering with no return address. I knew right
away who it was from and I was still mystified by Sheila's presence.

"You didn't happen to see which delivery service did you, Maria?" I asked.
"No, mistress, I didn't, I'm sorry," Maria said. "That's OK," I said, "I doubt
I would have learned much more than I know already." Maria looked at me
quizzically, so I repeated, "That's OK, Maria, thank you." I looked at the box
and thought about opening it, but decided to take it to tonight's meeting.

Chapter 169

I drove to Roger's, taking with me the box that I had gotten. Roger eyed it
suspiciously. I collected the photos that I had set aside and copies of pages
of Sheila's diaries and ledgers. Items I thought might be of some interest.

With my keycard from Biomax, I let Roger and me into the building and up to
the Biomax offices. Everyone was assembled in the conference room. John, Gwen,
Margo, Harold Raymond and his security chief, Max Krueger, and Lieutenant
Bowman of the LAPD as well as the one person I didn't know, Major James Smith
of the Army.

Introductions having been made, Major Smith, who asked to be called Jim,
seemed to act as the spokesperson for the group. He said, "First let me start
out by saying Jane, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you in person, as
well as you, Roger. I've heard many good things and read a lot of case files
on you, and I must say I'm impressed."

Jim was a tall, ruggedly handsome man in his early 50's. His salt and pepper
hair, bright blue eyes and athletic build would certainly make him attractive
to all the women, I thought.

"The Army got involved many years ago trying to develop additives to soldier's
food that would enhance stamina, develop muscle growth and make for bigger,
stronger soldiers," Jim said, "This got a real shot in the arm when Sheila
Parker developed her supplement drug, as she called it. I believe you're
familiar with that, aren't you, Jane?"

"Yes, Sheila started me on my growth experience teaching me the fundamentals
of exercising and introducing me to her supplements," I said, "But according
to Roger, his aunt has been dead since 1978."

"All true, Jane, with one exception, the woman who started you on your 'growth
experience', as you put it, wasn't Roger's aunt, but an Army operative that
bore a striking resemblance to Sheila Parker," Jim said, "I apologize for the
deception, but the Army wanted a real life prototype, and you walked in the
door, so to speak."

'That I did,' I thought, 'Boy did I ever.'

"I will say," Major Smith continued, "Biomax has come close to duplicating the
formula that Sheila established back in the early 70's. Harold, why don't you
explain to Jane what the Biomax link is."

"Biomax has been working on the Army's project for quite some time," Harold
said, "My grandfather actually started working on it. Unfortunately, all of
the original pills that Sheila manufactured have been used up, destroyed or
consumed. We just need a little more time. What you have been taking, Jane,
has been very close to the original formula. You're amazing, Jane, your truly
are, if I didn't tell you that when we first met."

"Thank you, Mr. Raymond," I said, "so when you hired me, was it only to keep
me close, to study me?"

"Oh, no, Jane, we needed your talent. You handled yourself remarkably well
when you were in Pittsburgh," Harold said. "Let me second that," Major Smith
said, "you took care of the highjacker's with amazing skill and speed." "You
know about Pittsburgh," I said to Major Smith, then answered my own question,
"Of course you do; you've been watching me the whole time, haven't you." "Yes,
we have, even when you took care of Lt. Bowman's assignments," Jim said.

Lt. Bowman said, "I also want to thank you for taking care of some bad, mean,
lowlife's. On behalf of the Los Angeles Police Department, I want to say thank
you. You got a lot of bad guys off the street." "Thank you, lieutenant," I
said, "I appreciate you doing the 'clean up' work, because I've certainly
enjoyed the assignments." I smiled remembering crushing and breaking some of
the assholes.

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"Jane," Margo Turner said, "you're not psychopathic as you worried about, you
just have repressed feelings and emotions when it comes to dealing with those
you have killed. It's similar to soldiers in combat. They know they have a
duty to kill the enemy; some soldiers handle that assignment better than
others. You handle it exceptionally well." "Thanks, Margo," I said, "but I
don't believe I have repressed emotions, quite the contrary, I love what I
do."

"And that's what sets you apart, Jane," Major Smith said, "That's why you'd
make a great soldier."

"I don't know about that Jim," I said, "I like being my own boss, being in
charge and making my own decisions."

"I know," Jim said, "that's why I want you and Roger to come to work for us.
You'd be handling assignments that are in the best interest of national
security. I'm glad you saw our little meeting. We were discussing where you
would best fit in, and now here we are. What do you say; do you want to serve
your country?"

"Would I have to enlist?" I asked. Jim chuckled, "No, you would be working
independently. You would have a rank and classification, but you would be
covert, undercover." "And Roger," I asked. "Anyone you like, you would be a
team," he said.

I looked at Roger who only shrugged, and asked me, "Do you think I'd make a
good undercover operative?" "You work best under the covers, Roger," I said
and the group laughed. "Jim, there may be one more I wish to bring onto my
team," I said, "but I would have to ask that person." "I understand," he said,
"let me know within the next day or two, we have a situation that may need
immediate attention, but until I have your answer, I can't discuss it. I hope
you understand." "Yes, of course, Jim."

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"I would like to see an exhibit of your strength, Jane," Jim said, "I've heard
so much about your physical prowess; I'd like to see you in action, first
hand." "You want to see if you're going to get what you pay for," I asked, and
chuckled. "Oh, no," he said, "I just want to witness your strength first hand
is all." "Very well," I said, "what would you like me to do?"

He reached under the table and produced a length of reinforcing steel. The
one-inch diameter was about 4-foot in length. "I brought this, can you bend
it?" he asked. "No problem," I said, and taking the bar, placed a palm at each
end. "Notice," I said to the major, "I won't even grasp the bar. This will
give you some idea of my awesome chest muscles as well as bicep strength." I
pushed my hands together and the bar bent with little effort. I didn't stop
until the two ends of the bar met in my palms.

"Jane, that was fantastic," Jim said. "Wait," I said, "I'm not done yet," and
I gripped the folded bar at each end and bent that in two. "Wow," the major
said, "that's awesome, simply amazing." He was beaming.

"And what about you, Roger, are you able to bend a one-inch bar?" Jim asked.
"I've never tried," Roger said, "but I doubt I could fold it twice like Jane."
Jim handed him a similar bar that he had under the table.

Roger grasp the bar at each end and straining against the metal managed to
deflect it slightly. Roger looked a little disheartened, but Jim, still
smiling, said, "That's excellent, Roger, I'm sure with more workouts and
Biomax's help, you'll be as strong as Jane in no time." "I don't know," Roger
said, "Jane can do much more."

"Like what?" the major asked, looking at me with his blue eyes. I walked to
where he was sitting and looking down at him said in a low voice, "Worship me,
Jim, worship your muscle goddess. Take me and make love to my clit."

As if in a trance, Jim pivoted in his seat and lifted my skirt, then began to
nuzzle my clit. "Tongue me, Jim," I said and he did as I looked at the others
around the conference table. All eyes were riveted on Jim and I. I began to
thrust my hips, slowly at first, then a bit faster.

"Go ahead, Jim, you may come," I said, "I'm going to climax and I want you to
drink in my juices, do you understand?" He nodded. I climaxed and as I had
instructed, he lapped at my come.

Once I came, I backed away and said, "Thank you, Jim, you did well." He
blinked several times and looked a little embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed,
Jim," I said, "you weren't alone," and looking around the table, I said, "How
many of you climaxed?"

All but Roger raised their hands. Now it was my turn to smile. "See, Jim, you
weren't alone," I said, "We'll meet again to go over our working arrangement,
salary, etc. I'll let you know where and when."

Chapter 172

With the meeting at an end, Roger and I got ready to leave. Jim and the rest
of the participants were still seated at the conference table. I hadn't
unwrapped the package that had arrived at the house earlier that day. I didn't
want to let the Army know about the existence of Sheila, whether from this
earth or beyond the grave. Not just yet, anyway.